Essays

On Friday afternoon, facing a lot of work, I suddenly thought about the life of petty bourgeoisie. I tasted a cup of tea and watched the news. I felt that I hadn’t been so idle for a long time. Once upon a time, I fell in love with a woman, however, I was worried that I could not give prosperity and beauty. I was so lonely and silent alone, and Love seemed to be far away from me, and I hadn’t written anything for a long time, I don’t like the current life when I am busy at work. I am obsessed with the kind of petty bourgeoisie, in the air of capricious and fretful weather, in this city, I start to breathe, Shanghai, it is indeed a fast-paced gathering place of population, crowded to and from work every day, and the subway is full of all kinds of abuse. This is life, rich and colorful! Find a time, take the camera, and take the pictures you want, maybe just let the camera freeze at a certain moment, capture the scenes in your heart, and suddenly miss someone,,, I have been longing for someone who knows myself when I travel. She (he) can understand my naivety, she (he) can listen to my complaints, she (he) I can be allowed to lean on her (his) shoulder when I am tired. I am sad and hug me crying. I am happy and giggle with me. Actually, I am not naive, I hate the so-called maturity in the eyes of regular people. Don’t capture me with the mature border. I just don’t want to be its victim, what I can hear is only the knocking sound of the keyboard, the life you want with capital, the so-called life, eat and wear first, this is the reality!!! One day, I saw a sentence saying that we are all going to get married, who is still in love? Fate is not urgent! Virgo children are sentimental, but as a virgin man, how can I prove this sentence? Maybe in ancient times, I was not a scholar in imperial examination, maybe I was just a Rascal on the street, living my carefree and carefree life, on Friday, November 18, 2011, the weather was cloudy Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

On life thoughts

The Wenfeng Tower on the opposite mountain has lost its greatness and strength since the earthquake. Today, I finally see it standing on the top of the mountain again, stronger than before! It was in my sight, standing so peacefully and calmly, as if that disaster had never left any trace in its life. Gray buildings are also alive, so I couldn’t help feeling a lot in my heart. Winter is coming, zero temperature. As soon as winter came, my life seemed to lose its temperature. My hands and feet were cold, so I had to wrap myself in a thick down jacket, but I was still shivering with freezing, I really don’t know how to deal with this winter! Gray sky, gray buildings, surrounded by gray air, heavily suppress consciousness and fantasy, sometimes feel choked by people, suffocated to death. Cold temperature, Cold Mountain, cold water, cold people, cold heart. At this time, I always want to find a trace of Green of life and an excuse for myself to continue laughing. Because cold, once on vacation rarely go out, stay at home reading internet access. When I was bored, I suddenly felt that the world seemed to lack what I needed. Friendship and family affection were suddenly valued, cared and needed. In this way, perhaps the value of life can be reflected? I remembered chatting with a student that day. When talking about my bad mood in class, she said, “teacher, do you have anything to do? It depends on your bad mood. Everyone cares about you very much! The softest place in my heart was suddenly touched. It turned out that I would still be needed and remembered. That student told me a lot. We talked about the heavy topic of life, the meaning of life and the value of existence, her way of thinking makes it hard to imagine that she is a junior three student. Finally, she said, “teacher, I hope you are happy. Only when you are happy can we be happy. From her words, I can see my superficiality and stupidity. As a teacher, how can we bring the emotions in life to the class, but also affect the children? It is really an incurable dereliction of duty. Yes, our existence is not only based on the meaning of individual life, but also the social people, you have to be responsible for the society and the work you are engaged in. Understand, in fact, the existence of every life will be needed and cared! Every day, on the way to school, you can always see an old man dressed in rags, looking through the dustbin with a stick. His dark hands split one by one, telling us how many hardships he had experienced in life. His thin face has experienced many vicissitudes, but the rising corners of his mouth indicate that his love for life remains the same as before. This is a lonely old man, suffering from fate. Suffering makes him lose his home and warmth, but it teaches him how to live firmly and live with hope. I think, in a sense, he is actually happier than me. Moreover, his happiness came so simple, but I, with some kind of happiness, thought that I was less happy than anyone else! It turns out that the meaning of life is shining in every experience! I don’t study for a long time, and feel speechless when facing anything. I regret for my foolishness and cowardice, pay tribute to the lost beauty, be happy with my own or others’ happiness, be happy with myself and others, the meaning of life seems to be reflected in the simple coming and going. There is no need to act vigorously, no matter it is a grain of sand or tiny dust, the final destination can only rise and fall in the world of mortals, and what can be seen is only when the occasional sunshine shines, floating state. However, when dust comes to dust and soil comes to Earth, they will always take a place in the vast universe in the form of life and realize their commitment to life in their own way! Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I miss the big playground of Qianshi

In the morning, I felt depressed because of some things. I wanted to try my best to solve it, but I still couldn’t be happy. In the first class, the warm sun in autumn seduced me. Therefore, I went out of the office and went outside to adjust my mood. Walking beside the school playground, although the air was not very good, everything in front of me was quite refreshing. At the beginning of the school, the playground was arranged flat by lawn mowers. At this time, it was already obviously red and green. A large area of grass in the middle is no longer growing or has been very short and withered there, revealing pieces of faces like children’s red fruits. That’s because students’ exercises and sports activities make them have no chance to grow and breathe. However, there is a layer of light green on the egg tip of this egg-shaped playground. Clusters of unknown grasses draw out several short bodies from the cut roots and leave clusters of furry flowers on their heads. They stand alone in the autumn sun, straight and spirited. Around them, there is a plant Wormwood which is very common in my hometown and grows against the ground. There are small dewdrops on the green leaves, as if the naughty child deliberately left the drops on his face after washing his face, just waiting for the Sun to take them away. There are also some small nameless grass, which are a little yellow. But looking along the grass, the green on the tip of the grass is still as green as spinach in the vegetable garden. A small yellow flower was also found, standing on the edge of the playground and the leaking hole in short. They have no companions, just like a small yellow pin on the playground. It was very quiet here, and the cries of several birds were faintly heard in my ears. It was the occasional start of singing of birds in a large bamboo forest not far from the playground. Thinking of birds, I really saw one. Its white chest and black feather back jumped in the place where the playground was green and yellow, as if looking for something or talking to himself. Occasionally, the high and low reading sounds and teachers’ reprimands came from the classroom. These, in my opinion, all seem to come from a very far place. When I want to listen to the truth, it passes again. On such a beautiful morning, everyone had no time to calm down, let alone come here to see everything on the playground aimlessly like me. When you are in a bad mood, you often go to an empty place and walk alone. Take a look and think about it. The playground is naturally the best place to go. More than ten years ago, when I was studying in Qianshi, my favorite places were the library and the big playground. The playground is very large, with a standard runway of 400. During my three years of middle school, except for the special weather, I ran on the dark track with many classmates like me who liked morning running every morning. Circle after circle, I ran straight to sweat all over my body and felt weak. A good day always starts with running in the morning. In the footsteps of running around the playground, I learned a lot of things that I could not learn in class and could enjoy for life. The sand and small stones on the runway, the flowers and plants on the playground, the large and small trees outside the runway, until now, I still remember them clearly. In fact, the big playground of Qianshi was popular among all people in the morning, but during the period from school in the afternoon to self-study in the evening, it was almost the place where all the teachers and students were keen to go. Male students like playing football there most; Female students like twos and threes, some carrying a bag of melon seeds, and some sitting around the grass with a piece of sugar cane, talking and laughing constantly. On the runway, many people walked in circles together. They didn’t get up early and didn’t like running, but they must come to the big playground for a few rounds in the afternoon. I also joined it, but more often, I took a book and sat in the humble grass, bowed my head and calmed down in that world. I will also chat with like-minded classmates, talk about novels and life; Recall the past and show the future; Read poems and talk about history; Laugh and scold angrily, and talk about everything. The setting sun fell unwillingly in our youthful and generous speech, and we couldn’t wait to see us in the morning light. Juan and I are both introverted people in the class and don’t like to show ourselves. Juan likes the high iron swing at the playground most, which looks older than the school swing. I am extremely scared, while Juan likes it very much. Every evening, when we came to the playground, she would go straight to swing, while I parted with her and sat on the other high wooden ladder. Sitting there, sometimes doing nothing, looking at the setting sun; Looking at the people, grass, trees and flowers on the playground; Looking at the ladder under the feet, stunned, I spent the whole afternoon. Or force yourself to bury your head deep in the thick self-examination book and memorize the next questions by rote. Then in the evening self-study Bell, I watched Juan walking slowly step by step. We smiled at each other and walked to the classroom together to attend the evening self-study which wasted a lot of good time. People always miss the past. People’s nostalgia may be because of their dissatisfaction with reality; Or it may be because life is too short, and there are not many things that people can miss; or is it because I was always younger and better than now I am a very old-fashioned person. So, at this moment, are you all right in the big playground of Qianshi? I really want to lie in your arms, stretch my limbs, let myself see the clean blue sky and white clouds, and think of strange stories one by one. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

If you miss her, please come to the sad place to find

If you read, please go to the sad place to find. She has been planting a flower called sadness in this castle. These days, she quietly sank to the unfathomable abyss. Therefore, she didn’t surf the Internet or write blogs. She only read some tragic words about her or others. She wants these words with the flower of sorrow to wear her flower of sorrow, and mourns every colorful sorrow in May with the former sorrow. There are some mottled and thick feelings in mourning these sorrows. She also needs to nurture the calamity that time bestowed on her with splendid glory with the luxuriant tears. These catastrophes which could take her life showed an incomparably beautiful smile, just like the bright red cherry coming out of Wenchuan, the gesture of a lot of fireworks, and the smell of lingering in the posture of lovers. She no longer contacted anyone, chatted with others, talked on the phone, whether men or women. She wanted to hide quietly with an evasive attitude, and told them with a handsome attitude that those friends who got along day and night: She was very tired, with a lot of tears to flow, and a lot of sorrow to suffer, there are a lot of pain to be painful, and there are a lot of unrelieved feelings that need her to feel as always. Because, all the sound music could not blow out notes, and the color of her cry was not the color on the Sound music, but the color painted on the sound of these cries, which was as beautiful as fireworks. Those sound operas lying with eyes closed were a season with shackles, and they had followed. It can be known that she gave herself a pair of shackles, and she would treat those colorful and innumerable accusations with adherence and silence. These very bright and firm accusations, she knew, could not be clarified, even if it falls into the Yangtze River, it will not wash off the colors full of heavy metals. She burnt countless keys to open the shackles by herself, making the shackles in her heart bear bright fruits. Knowing that she knew herself very late, many experiences told her that no matter how sincere she was to others, she couldn’t make people satisfied. No matter how honest she was, she couldn’t get the title of honesty. No matter how arrogant she was, all should be considered so arrogant, just a fake gesture. It is known that some disasters come together many times, just like the wind and rain, following each other, touching each other, then interweaving, Twining, swinging, and laying flowers one by one on all things, destroy everything, and regenerate everything. Treetop, grass, small life, mountain streams, rivers, will be unparalleled beauty. Guangyao. In the daytime, she cried with her heart, and her heart was broken and painful. All the pain gathered in her heart into a blunt knife, or a whip, destroying her and lashing her. Every time at this point, she really appreciated the taste of rivalry. Every day, it is so reincarnation, so brilliant. Those glittering tears had dyed her collar or pillow which could not be dried up. She will pay tribute to haobai with haobai, and exchange for rest with glittering and translucent. Put the past on a bamboo pole as the feather coat of the tomb, then burn the past, and then worship the past as paper money. At night, she was going to sit on the heart of the day and stand tall and straight in a round of memories. However, the more you want to be straight, the more withered you will be, the more straight you will be, the more decadent you will be. I stayed up all night without closing my eyes or speaking. I just used crying to go through crying, eulogizing the darkness and mourning the light. She planted a plant called sadness, poured bitter gall water on the leaves, and sprayed each piece of petals with Coptis soup. This kind of plant has been extremely luxuriant and delicate. Every leaf glows with fluorescence, and every page of petals is reborn in the clear spring she flows out. She has been crying her left hand into a numb posture for a week, and the whole arm can give off the smell of hemp. She didn’t go to cure, and she also said that she would sob all the time, so that she could go to heaven quietly in the last sob. She didn’t know whether there was heaven, but she believed that there must be her spiritual position in heaven. Her name was engraved on that black and black tablet, which was full of her sadness. The words engraved with tears, which she could imagine, were very beautiful. In this way, she was calm and fell. While feeling the gorgeous beauty of sinking, while enjoying the blooming of flowers full of sorrow on the cliff in the abyss. Those colorful, fragrant and immersed flowers, at this moment, have rendered this canyon into a splendid peach blossom. In the peach garden, it is colorful and colorful. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Send out shawls, feel free and cool to see the world

I like washing my hair very much, and I like the feeling that my wet hair is loose, I just like it very much! How to describe that feeling? I just think it is natural and free. Looking at my hair spreading unbridled, just like looking at the growth of flowers and green leaves unbridled, it is a feeling of freedom without imprisonment. In fact, everyone is born to yearn for freedom. They have dreamed of flying and imagined to fly freely in the sky like birds. After all, because we have no wings, we cannot feel the feeling of birds flying. Let our hearts have wings! In that way, even in the world, I feel it is heaven, which will be a natural and free feeling of freedom. I can’t remember clearly when I like to spread my hair apart. Sometimes, touching the extremely soft hair gently with my hands makes my heart feel carefree and relaxed at once. When I was a naive and brilliant little girl, at that time, I always imagined that when one day I grew up, I must also have beautiful long hair and spread it out. In my heart at that time, it seemed that the beautiful long hair was the symbol of women’s beauty. I envied the beautiful woman in the TV with black and bright hair. At that time, I only thought it was so beautiful! What is beauty? As I grow older, my opinions on beauty gradually begin to be different. For example, I used to think that a beautiful appearance is beautiful, but now I think that one’s inner cultivation is also crucial. A person with appearance but no connotation is empty. Only when appearance and soul complement each other at the same time is the real beauty. I am not a very beautiful woman, but I am eager to make myself beautiful. I will love beauty like other girls. Long hair is a kind of nostalgia for beauty in childhood. That kind of gentle and gentle feeling like water, like old wine, will make you drunk, and your drunk eyes are misty. Beauty makes people enchanted. When you wait and see from a distance, when you look closer and closer, the smell is mellow, which will make people involuntarily moved. What should it be like when it penetrates the water, the wet feeling and the incomparable cool feeling? It should be like a fish swimming freely in the water! That is a feeling of freedom, that is a feeling of ethereal beauty. Bathing makes people feel relaxed. The body that penetrates through the water is like a piece of jade, which makes people feel extremely comfortable. There is always such a moment, there is always such a wonderful feeling, which only belongs to the person who feels. Bathing and changing clothes, brushing off the dust on the body to obtain the purity of the soul. Women like lotus. They don’t like to be contaminated with dirt. They all like to touch water and the feeling of purity after bathing. The ancients said: out of the silt but not dyed, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon. This one is Lotus. The Old Man of Ailian wrote down poems which were handed down from ancient times to present. From then on, Lotus also began to become people’s yearning for beauty. Pure Lotus, elegant lotus, women can also be like Lotus, but it is not easy to really brush away the dust of the soul? The dust of the body can be easily removed, while the dust of the soul needs to be sublimated in thinking and constantly enriching itself. The nobleness and cleanness of Lotus makes people yearn for, and the character of Lotus is also noble and elegant. In Buddhism, Lotus is a symbol of sanctity, which shows people’s incomparable love and admiration for Lotus. After washing my hair, bathing and dressing, I felt extremely cool immediately. This is a very comfortable feeling, and the whole body is very carefree. Sitting by the window alone, blowing the warm wind of summer afternoon, I suddenly felt a little high. When walking in the secular world, everyone will feel tired, tired, or contaminated by too many things, we might as well take a hot bath, that will make us feel extremely relaxed. How ideal it is to be a clean person! I was blowing the warm summer wind by the window, and my long hair fluttered with the wind, which was an extremely comfortable feeling. Maybe, I am also a little tired! I felt a little tired and occasionally enjoyed the wind. This music, this quiet and very comfortable feeling, at that moment, I felt relaxed and comfortable. All the burdens can be put down at that moment, and the cumbersome things will only increase the load of our hearts. It’s time to relax and live such a tranquil life. The dust hid in the corner, and what was clean was our hearts. Touch the water gently with both hands, how beautiful it is! We are improving little by little and improving little by little. I walked to the window and took a deep breath. I suddenly felt that the air was really good. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Untitled outside

If Z is willing, I want to sit with her quietly for an afternoon. Or she said something irrelevant, and I would like to listen with a smile. I still remember that in March of that year, on an ordinary hill in the north, Z was running so fast, with a face of joy, although there were still some traces of usual holding, but Z is lovely. However, in the mountains of early spring, the vaguely broken grass buds, the remaining snow marks under the dead trees, and the sound of birds all fell into nothingness under Z’s happy steps, she left her own silver bell-like laughter to express the happiness of conquering. Although such an ordinary mountain and a strange mountain road, the happiness attributed to nature in the spring breeze, everyone in the same industry is intoxicated. Z is no exception, let alone she never focuses on these tiny moments. Hiking on her is more like getting a kind of freedom and happiness, away from the usual depression. Z has always emphasized his elegance and prosperous life. It seems that he always carries a pair of born superior airs. The criticism behind him cannot be said that there is no red eye of jealous people, but it made her pay more attention to keeping her good feeling. Z was at the same age as me, and her tall figure and good appearance made her find a good family early, and from then on she left her originally hard-working family. I always thought that her high profile was more likely to be the proof that she cherished the present. Every time she heard comments that someone disdained, she always walked away without interest. How vast the World was originally, and the narrowness of people’s heart always covered the most beautiful scenery. It is always not a bad thing to live a proud and beautiful life alone. However, like the usual caution of Z, I know that Z does not need anyone’s comfort. Even now, what kind of hardship she encountered and what kind of hardship she couldn’t bear with humanity, if she admitted it, she would accept all the hot mockery and sarcasm of all the people over the years and face the smiling face of today’s gloom. Sometimes I met her, seeing her smiling face as if nothing had happened, and returning to her faint smile. There was a kind of kindness between us. I knew she was not much, and she only voted for me for some good things, which could not be explained. Besides, there are too many differences between us. However, it is tacit understanding not to criticize the right and wrong with others. However, Z has been thin in the past six months, and always looks a little messy. Only today did she know why she always saw some light shining in my eyes, and the expression of desire stopped. Maybe it would be better to have time to talk about work as before, but she obviously seemed to be busy, and even if I knew the reason now, what could I say. What’s more, what the bystanders always say is irrelevant, and sometimes it makes no sense. Maybe Z can’t be especially associated with the bitterness and pain of humanity, and some of them may be said and no one can understand. Therefore, it is better to keep silent when it seems to add a Lily to comfort. People, the self-suffering of dividing the land into prison, perhaps should break through the shackles by themselves. Whether it is wrong or right, what will time prove in the end? The good question of the world is just funny. Time never comes or goes for anyone. It goes from a piece of lonely land to another lonely land, such a lively world is just an ornament. Then don’t ask. How miserable Xiao Hong was in her whole life. It was just like this since ancient times that she walked round and round in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wind, Frost, rain and snow, what can stand is gone, and what can’t stand is seeking natural results. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Ten days

Eyeful unbearable san yue hi, jutou has sleep Qianshan Green. Xin Qiji’s “Man Jiang Hong”. — Inscription on one day, the returning bus finally headed to the familiar highway in my hometown. During the nearly four hours’ journey, I have been lying on the window to see the scenery outside. A long-lost scene came into view. The green everywhere was mixed with yellow durian of horses; The wind blew over the trapezoid Wheat Field with round of green waves; The poplar trees standing proudly on both sides of the road near my eyes. It is rare to be free to return to the hometown which is separated by more than 1,000 miles in this spring. It was already dusk when I got home. The black dog full of spirituality saw me from a distance and ran over from the door, sniffing around me. Wagging his tail, he jumped towards me happily. He entered the house and headed straight to Grandpa’s bedroom. He spoke to me. His voice was weak, and his eyes were white. Mouth but did not forget with smile. The local specialties I brought back were for my father’s delicious food, while my mother left my favorite hometown dishes for me. After eating, I fell asleep. I slept soundly in this sleep. On the sunny spring morning of the valley on the second day, I went to the fields in the Valley ditch with my parents to plant corn. My mother and I arrived first. In the Valley of spring, the weeds are lush. There are yellow durians everywhere. White clouds were floating in the clear blue sky, and birds echoed in the valley. I casually posed beside the durian horse. Rolling wildly on the yellow sand slope. She that shutter. I said, I will also take one for you. She stood beside the horse durian in the valley, wearing a shirt for the first summer. She looked at the camera lens with a kind smile on her face. I pressed the camera in my hand. Hear its crisp sound. After father arrived, he began to sow seeds. Small walking tractor. My father farmlands in front, while my mother and I sow in the back. Take a camera to capture a picture of farming. After the cultivation, the three men pulled a lot of small garlic in the field. This is the unique wild lettuce in yellow land. I wanted to use it to match meat to make a delicious dumpling for my grandpa. On the third day, my father bought fresh pork at dusk. My mother chopped the prepared shredded radish and pork together, and I made noodles with them. Half an hour later, the dumpling stuffing was formed. I made dumplings with my mother, and she talked to me while making dumplings. After a while, dumplings instantly became ducks rushed to the pond. When the water boils, the land is added with cold water. I cooked it for several times. When I opened the pot again, I turned my belly one by one, and the fat and lovely dumplings were sunk. It’s time to take it out of the pot. Bring it to Grandpa’s bowl. He only ate half a bowl, about 20. Dumplings are his favorite food in daily life. At this time, he just ate a little and then came out because of illness. My mother and I ate it. Dumplings tender and delicious. In the north, dumplings are the food for family reunion on New Year’s Eve. Kneeling the dough, rolling the leather and wrapping the stuffing. I have my mother and grandfather. He is good at cooking. Bowls of hot dumplings went out of the pot. The family got together for dinner. He had to eat a little for the dog circling around him and the cat crawling around, so that he could move the chopsticks himself. I can never forget those years and past events. On the fourth day of the quarrel, Grandpa vomited violently during lunch. The vomit is some clear-water sputum. Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, my angina rose. I discussed the problem of treating him with my parents. A word of disagreement caused a dispute. I was extremely excited, hysterical and uncontrollable. My mother said that she was older. There is no way. It is because of this argument. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand his feelings. I don’t want to hear any unlucky words. On the morning of the 5th, my father Yun invited a famous old Chinese medicine doctor hundreds of miles away. Hold grandpa to the sofa in the living room and sit down. The old doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine looked at Grandpa’s pulse, looked at his appearance, and checked his abdomen with instruments. Frail, all diseases-ridden. This is result. Father went to take medicine with the old Chinese medicine. Grandpa lay down on ruanli’s cane chair and basked in the sun. Half an hour later, my father took the medicine back. Traditional Chinese Medicine, Western medicine, tonic medicine. My grandfather and I said, after taking these medicines, your illness will definitely get better. On the 6th, the spring sunshine for manicure was warm in the yard. Occasionally, there is a slight wind to help, wearing a little coolness. Grandpa sat on the cane chair. I am beside him. His spirit today looks good. I thought to myself that the old Chinese medicine doctor had good medical skills. He looked through his palm, looking at it. I said, what are you looking? He said, cut the nails. I went into the house to fetch nail clipper. His nails are thick and long. I cut it carefully. He asked him while cutting: Does it hurt. He shook his head. Then I cut it boldly. After cutting, he looked at it. Satisfactory down. The only time to repair his nails. On the 7th, seedlings are sold, seedlings are sold. Hearing the shouting, I took a broom and ran to the gate to look out. It turned out that there were people selling seedlings in Fuzi, pushing bicycles and shouting at the head of the village. After a while, someone went around. I hurried to join in the fun, threw down the broom in my hand and ran there. Tomato seedling one foot high, green pepper and eggplant with one finger high. I looked at it and took one each. How much? I asked. 2-dollar. The seller answered. A how many? The neighbor standing next to me asked. 20 trees. Pretty cheap. I thought about it in my heart. It’s so expensive, isn’t it cheaper? The neighbor told me the starting price. The Miao seller didn’t talk, just smiled. I paid the money and went home with the booty. It is close to noon that planting is not easy to survive. I found a shade in the yard and put it down. I was about to get up to cook lunch when I heard Grandpa’s voice coming from behind. Get blisters. I found a basin and filled it with water. Soak the roots of these young plants wrapped in soil into the water. I looked back at Grandpa and said, “is that all right? He nodded. After lunch, I had a nap. At dusk, the sun finally did not poison. My mother just came back. We went to transplant those seedlings in the vegetable field. Mother can’t change the nagging problem. I thought the tomato seedling was too big for a while, and I thought the eggplant seedling was too small for a while. After planting, I went to carry water to irrigate. Grandpa, enjoying the cool, watched me running around. He went to the ground with a walking stick and looked at the vegetables. He lay on his cane chair with a stick. After his illness, he spoke less. I want to know how isolated it is. Is it like this weak seedling in the wind? On the 8th, after getting up in the morning, my mother had already prepared millet porridge. She and her grandfather had already eaten aside. I just didn’t see my father everywhere. My dad? I asked. I went to the door, my mother answered. I washed my face and combed my hair in front of the mirror. Then I took a bowl and ate millet porridge. Ni Zi, pick some locust flowers for you to eat? My father came back with an empty bowl. Standing in the yard, he saw me eating and called me the nickname he called me big when I was young. He said with a smile. Ah! Acacia flowers are blooming, can you eat it? I was surprised to ask. Can. Father said. Good! Then I will also pick it. Go! Father put the bowl in his hand on the windowsill. I pleased bad. I dropped the bowl in my hand and changed a pair of shoes. He took a basket and went out with his father. Ah, if it is really acacia flowers. Before I saw the locust tree, the fragrance floated over. Sweet, light, very good smell. Arrived, arrived, saw locust tree. It turned out to be a small forest beside the pigsty. Hits shapes. On the branches, strings of white as snow and budding locust flowers were embraced by the leaves of locust, which were very attractive. There are also some blooming locust flowers, dancing gently in the breeze like butterflies. Father took a scyck to pick those corns and hooks down. I squatted on the ground and picked it up in the basket. After a while, it was full. You must be confused, right? Why don’t you want those flowers that have already blossomed. This is because these unopened flower buds are the most nutritious and the most tender entrance. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to pull down the string of locust flowers. Put it in the water and clean it. I couldn’t help grabbing it and putting it into my mouth. A sweet taste came from the bottom of my heart. Locust flowers mixed with flour, mixed with scallions, and then put salt and sesame oil to stir well. Made into Acacia dumplings. Near noon, Acacia dumplings were cooked in a pot and steamed for twenty or ten minutes. The whole family gathered together to eat. Grandpa’s appetite is better than usual. What a rare delicacy. On the 9th, when the leek cake helped grandpa who came out of the toilet to walk, he saw the leek growing vigorously in the vegetable field. Grandpa stopped to have a look, shouting vaguely. Do you want to eat leek cake? I asked. Well. He a. Once I sent my grandfather home, I went to the vegetable field to cut leeks. The spring leeks have a strong smell and a local flavor. Remove the Cut leeks carefully. After washing in water, cut it with a knife. Mix the chopped leeks with the fried eggs and the soaked sweet potato noodles. Put salt, add some spices and drip some sesame oil. The delicious leek stuffing is ready. With cold water and surface. Make dumplings and heat the oil pan. In the evening, when my father and mother came back, a pot of cooked leek cakes was waiting for them. It is crispy outside the Coke, and fragrant with leeks. Ten days of departure in a blink of an eye, the vacation I asked for with the company arrived. I will return to Shanghai this day. You need to take a bus to Zhengzhou and then transfer to Shanghai. When leaving at noon, I said goodbye to Grandpa. He was told to take medicine on time and have a good meal. I told him again and again that it would not last for a few days. I will come back to see him. He agreed. My father took me to the bus station. See that I bought a ticket and got me on the bus. Car ready to go. He got up and leave. I watched his background disappear at the corner ahead. 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Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Time is like a river, some people and some things are separated on both sides without any trace. In the coming and going years, time is always easy to throw people away, colorful and prosperous, all of which are just a lost dream. Text: some trivial matters at hand are always put aside, too lazy to continue. Some expectations in the bottom of my heart are always silent and hard to present. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with being at ease. When you are at leisure, you have a lot of time to think about it. What you want is perfect. In fact, it will not be perfect at any time. You see, in good weather, the sun reappears, I finally became quiet again. The self in the mirror becomes more and more peaceful. I really want to write some happy little days, but that kind of feeling is fleeting, far from staying longer in my heart with sadness. I haven’t boiled red beans into lingering wounds for you, and then share them together. I will understand more about the sorrow of lovesickness. Seeing this paragraph of words is so wonderful and delicate, like the smoke curling up, which makes people sentimental. I suddenly like it. When talking about lovesickness from generation to generation, you are never tired of satisfaction. All living beings are affectionate and have not seen all the scenery yet. How can you bear to let go? Sometimes, I believe everything has an end. Gathering together and leaving, there is an end, nothing is immortal. The space repeatedly played songs carefully selected by itself, telling them. But sometimes, I would rather choose to miss it than let it go. When the scenery is clear, maybe you will accompany me to see the details. The slight sadness is a deep attachment. Women really only desire for a real shoulder and an imaginary promise, but this really needs to wait until the wind blows, the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone, only then can you see the final wind, clear moon and blooming flowers. If you can’t wait for the day when you can see through the scenery? Or maybe it has been seen through before the scenery begins, so what should it be? This really makes people so desperate and desolate. Time see, life love. A period of love, bosom friend. A pot of wine will last forever. One heart will never forget. Sail past the best, not’s Trace, bustling cleared, dream be no way. Hold the Dream to the moon and turn it into smoke. Looking forward to the Spoony of the three lives, I will keep a yearning in the flower path. The amazing looking back of the sentimentally attached, inlaid a cavity of passion in the Peach Blossom. Aftertaste the lingering heart song, pour a lonely sigh in the stream. A love is lingering in the summer. Your appearance is fixed in a pool of blue waves. Standing behind the season, singing the sadness lightly. The touch between fingers is the voice of others. I began to review whether the quietness I boasted over the past year was true as I expected, and I looked through the records closely related to it, although I can’t go back to the scene and mentality when I wrote like that, I can still tell myself for sure that it is not the scattered feather floating in the deep of the lamp flower, but beautiful but light, but with the expectation of not wanting to break the years, in the expression which was branded by time, the loneliness of those things and people was weakened meticulously. Reading other people’s words always makes me feel a little touched. For that scene, for that love.. We are all wandering in loneliness and prosperity, looking for a trace of warmth in indifference.. Different people leave deep and shallow traces in our hearts. Someone always leaves, someone always comes. However, passing by in a hurry also brings a wisp of care, sending away a heart fragrance.. From my old words and music, I can only give birth to the warmth of missing. This season makes people Bright and sad, I wish this is still my endless full and rich years. Began to fall in love with quiet. Tranquility is a kind of beauty of solitude. We bid farewell to the noise of the world, return our heart to the pure land of emotion, open our hearts and accompany with words. At this moment, the worldly annoyance went far away, and there was only one person in the world. Therefore, I used words to wrap these broken thoughts around my fingertips, hoping to leave myself a gentle forever. Happy and calm… Years are quiet, and my heart is safe. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Notes on illness: life and survival

Notes of illness: life and survival every year I would lie on the bed for several hours, so that the doctors and nurses in the hospital became familiar and kind to me. They used the fastest and most skilled movements, which made me lie peacefully on the bed covered with blue and white checks. I felt the cold infusion slowly flowing into my blood from the rubber tube in a daze, I don’t know how long it took to flow into my life. A doctor came to my bed and asked: Are you better? I opened my eyes slowly and said with a smile: much better. Thank you. If not, I will change the dressing for you. But then you will always have to go to the toilet. He said slowly. I am so familiar with this voice and tone. Don’t. So well. I knew that he was always thinking of me and would never take medicine easily. He would never use higher-level medicine to treat me whatever ordinary medicine could do. He said: The virus also keeps upgrading with the level of drugs. The simpler the better stayed for a while. He walked slowly. I was the only one left in the ward. At this moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was lonely or numb, I feel like a body without soul. Several flow charts are posted on the wall opposite the bed, from vague to clear: flow chart of recovery first aid, flow chart of shock first aid, flow chart of heart, brain and lung first aid, circulation System first aid flow chart, respiratory system first aid flow chart and so on, maybe these first aid flow charts awakened my mind, I began to hear my heartbeat, and the sound of breath and breath at this moment, my mind started a soothing journey, touching every annual ring of life. Many ups and downs of the prosperous world, like a long scroll, unfold from far to near. Plain-looking and pure-looking, without any whitewash, clearly outline the original appearance of each event, and only in this way can thoughts truly understand the essence of life. I don’t know, why can I always peep at things deep in my soul in the hospital bed? Completely peel yourself off? And at the moment of pain, you will understand what you stick to in your heart? I even don’t understand why I always learn to give up something that I once couldn’t give up in the hospital bed? Why do you always know how to cherish something you didn’t care about when your life was ups and downs? Maybe the sickbed gives me a space for thinking, or maybe the steps of life have been tired, but let me temporarily stop in a certain Harbor and see clearly the direction of moving forward? Yes, only in bed can we think about life, because we spend almost all our time thinking about survival. Survival makes us too busy to take care of the feelings of life, so that many people sigh when the building of life collapsed at all costs for survival, life is so fragile and hurried I have a female classmate who has no skills after being laid off and can only be a cook in a certain market. She had stomachache and didn’t want to ask for leave. She insisted on taking medicine. Two months later, she couldn’t bear the stomachache and went to the hospital for examination. The result was advanced gastric cancer. Just for the salary of 800 yuan and for her son to have a house, she ignored the alarm of life. When we went to visit her, she, lying on the hospital bed, smiled and said to us: this time I got well, I won’t go to work. From now on, if you have any discomfort, go to the hospital quickly to avoid serious illness. She had no idea that her life was coming to an end. A few months later, her life finally came to an end. I remembered one thing my daughter told me: A person died suddenly near their school, probably because of too much work pressure. In fact, this phenomenon of early death is no longer news. The fast-paced and high-load competition makes people who are tired of work work work hard, just like a perpetual motion machine, even if their bodies are abnormal, she was also sick because she was afraid of deducting money and losing her position and insisted on working. Fortunately, her daughter met the teacher in the most critical period of her life. When her daughter was eager to finish the work at all costs in the shortest time, this teacher gave the most sincere advice: about time, two months or three months, it is originally an estimate. Personally, I think it will take 3 months. Of course, if you can finish it in advance, you can also go back to Shenzhen in advance. But I hope you don’t set a short deadline for yourself, so that you will be tired and the learning effect will be reduced. Work is a life-long thing. You should keep flowing. You can’t do it immediately and hurt yourself. The saddest thing for a man is that he is dead, and the money has not been spent yet. This is the game between life and survival! Fortunately, at the same time, I planted a sense of gratitude in my heart, life and survival, which are two completely different things in essence, but also two completely interdependent things. Life is very simple: one breath and one breath is life. However, it is very difficult to survive: competition, struggle, pain and all of them lack their mind and energy, which support the prosperity of the building of life. In other words, the way of survival determines the color of life! Is it the magnificence of the mountain? Or the flexibility of water? Or the lush pine? Flowers and charming? Grass of simple? Thinking over and over, I am just a grass, a grass growing quietly in the desert. Since it is grass, it is like grass to survive. I think, after the dust is washed away, what remains must be simple and quiet simplicity 2012-5-16 Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

No week star day

When I was very young, my family bought a black-and-white TV. I remember that I could only receive one station at that time, and I still couldn’t watch it until seven o’clock in the evening. In those years, it was not bad to have a TV set. Many people came to watch TV at night. There was only one TV set, so they had no choice but to watch a TV series every night. But everyone was very happy watching it. After watching it, everyone was chatting there. When it was very late, everyone went back to sleep separately. Gradually people’s life became rich, and The Times also changed day by day, while science and technology could describe its changes every minute. Gradually, every family bought televisions, from black and white to color to liquid crystal, while TV stations could describe everything in life as two, two to three and three. But I can’t find the fun of watching TV, and it is more depressing to choose more. It is not necessarily a good thing to have more things. It is not necessarily a good thing to live too fast. The 1980 s and 1990 s were the golden period of Hong Kong movies, and VCD appeared on TV in the 1980 s and 1990 s. The appearance of VCD was almost popular all over the world. At that time, I had to be more influential than my neighbors. As soon as I got home from school, I sent a album to maximize my voice and began to do housework. I seldom watched TV gradually, but rented a lot of discs and enjoyed them as soon as I was free. At that time, Hong Kong movies could be said to have defeated Hollywood, and what most people discussed were Stephen Chow, Chow Yun-fat and Jackie Chan. What impressed me most was Stephen Chow. I have watched his movies for countless times. Stephen Chow can be said to grow up together with the generation after 80 s. His movies all have a lot in common, that is, the Master is a nobody, and the nobody shown can also strive for his own ideal and love vigorously. Although some supporting roles in his works have only one sentence or even one action, they can make people unforgettable. And his lines. If you have seen all his works, you may say one or two lines casually to name a movie. I think what makes people remember most is the dialogue in “A Chinese Odyssey. The most powerful thing about his movie is that it makes people laugh with tears and laugh with tears in the process of watching it. But now watching his movies makes people feel more sad. Zhou Xingxing, who once accompanied us to study, also graduated with us. I don’t want to be naughty. I think that teacher is much lonely. He brought us happiness and encouraged us to live vigorously. He has a lot to learn, his passion for movies and his low profile for life; Too much. But today, with Mr. Zhou who hasn’t produced works for many years, the film industry is also lonely a lot. Many people said that he was old and his time was over. But there are still many new films imitating his routines. It can be said that his era has not passed, and it will not pass. Because what he left was a kind of culture, just like his idol (Bruce Lee) left people a kind of spirit. I want to like Stephen Chow’s fans, and I must be looking forward to his new works. I think he has devoted his whole life to movies. Seeing his gray hair, I think of the naughty classmate Zhou Xingxing in those years, and he is really a person who never gives up. In this day without Zhou Xingxing? Finally, what I want to say is that if there is a movie of Zhou Xingxing in the cinema, I will buy a ticket to see it. If you ask me how many games I want to watch, I hope it will be 10,000. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…